"A light catches somewhere, finds human spirit to burn on...it dwells: slowly the light, its veracity unshaken, dies but moves to find a place to break out elsewhere; this light, tendance, neglect is human concern working with what is." - A. R. Ammons
Monday, November 26, 2012
Beep, fell to Death
I'm new in town. I saw a house.
I looked up, a girl screamed.
It was so loud I fainted.
I smelled a horrible smell.
I went up the stairs. I fell to my death.
I am a ghost now.
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